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Cake day: July 25th, 2023

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  • maybe I probably killed him

    You didn’t kill him, the cancer did. You were there supporting him.

    I was on morphine duty when my grandpa died two years ago and it was rough. I gained a massive respect for hospice workers and the mental fortitude they have in order to work in that environment.

    My grandpa had ptsd nightmares from the Korean War his whole life and my biggest fear was that while he was dying he’d be trapped in one of those. I drove myself crazy trying to interpret his twitches and mumbles as some sort of actionable message he was sending.

    I stepped outside for a bit and imagined what he would say if he were conscious, and I’m sure it would’ve been something like “Who cares if I’m having a nightmare? Even if I am it’s not your responsibility to fix it. I’ll just ride it out and it’ll be over.” And so I went back in and just sat there quietly, occasionally making remarks or observations, talking about what I might be doing in the next few weeks or months.

    I’m really glad your mom got to have that moment. Whether or not he heard her and was responding, I hope the timing gave her some peace.


  • I have to imagine that when you die you get to experience what it feels like to let go of all your pain, and I bet that feels pretty great.

    My dad believed in “god” and died of melanoma after it got into his lymphatic system, then to his brain, and finally his spinal fluid.

    My step mom recalled a conversation she had with him in the hospital after a 2nd brain surgery where she said she was angry with God and couldn’t believe he would allow this to happen to my dad instead of a worse person. He said something like “it’s fine that this happening to me, I’m already saved. Other people still need more time.”

    I’ve never been a big fan of modern christianity since it strays so far from the fundamental teachings of love, but I always admired my dad’s ability to act in a way that aligned with his beliefs about the goodness life.

    I really don’t care if there’s an “afterlife” or not. I just hope people can find something in this life that gives them the courage to fight for life but also eventually accept death.

    The world is a fucked up place, we’re lucky that we can still find a way to enjoy it in whatever capacity we can.

    I will irrationally choose to believe that your dad will find exactly what he’s looking for when he passes.

    If you ever want to talk about anything I’m here for you in whatever capacity an internet stranger can be.





  • You’re all over the place, but I personally believe the biggest issue is people look at economic systems and ask things like “how can we maximize our production and consumption power?”

    The “solution” is for everyone to come to an agreement on how much of something is “enough” and work forward from that baseline. This is incredibly difficult because people have different priorities, and getting people to agree on how much food, fuel, and infrastructure should be produced and consumed per capita would be a huge challenge. Capitalist economic systems allow people to more easily distance themselves from the moral problem of greed by saying things like “If I can make $5,000 that means I earned the right to consume $5,000 worth of goods.” But the real world “value” of making $5,000 from construction work on housing is vastly different than the value produced from selling a $5,000 NFT.